Release May 2026
Photo: George Leitenberger (2025)
Roddy McKinnon
Released on Silberblick Musik 2026
Recorded in Ain France and Berlin Germany between October 2024 and February 2025
Produced, mixed and mastered by Andreas Albrecht at Silberblick-Musik-Studio Berlin
To purchase CDs, contact: info@silberblick-musik.de
Photo: George Leitenberger (2025)
Two Carpenters
Tous Les Chemins
Crocodile
Southern Belle
Walking The Fields Of France
Apologies To A Mountain
Close The Window
Red Dragons
Wanted
Photo: George Leitenberger (2025)
My old-time radio
My good times’ radio
My old-time radio
My good times’ radio
Allô Macha
Remember José Artur
I hear an old-time landline telephone ring
My old-time radio
My good times’ radio
My old-time radio
My good times’ radio
The mystery of airwaves
Goodbye Macha
Goodbye José Artur
Ther North Atlantic forecast says I’m lost at sea
My old-time radio
My good-times’ radio
Copyright: Roddy McKinnon 2025
TWO CARPENTERS
A guild of men walk on hot black bitumen
Two carpenters on the road they’re hitching to Carpentras
So pull on a white shirt I’ll give you new meaning
For everything nail you’ve been so wrongly hitting
Walk on
A guild of men walk on hot black bitumen
Two solemn men on the road two prophets become carpenters
So pull on a black hat I’ll give you new meaning
For every home you’ve been so wrongly building
Walk on
We’re waiting for the world to burn
To rebuild empires and bridges
Two carpenters walk on hot black bitumen
Two carpenters on the road they’re hitching to Carpentras
So walk on
Copyright: Roddy McKinnon 2025
TOUS LES CHEMINS
La sages des ainées raconte
On peut partir de Genève
Sans jamais arriver chez soi
Rapelle-toi que le foyer que t’as laissé
N’a jamais cessé de tirer sans toi
Toutefois on dit que tout les chemins mènent à Genève
Partir de chez-soi, prendre le chemin
On ne parle plus du marathon de Bikila à Rome
Toutefois on dit que tous le chemins mènent à Genève
Partir de chez-soi, prendre le chemin
On ne parle plus du marathon de Bikila à Rome
La sagess des ainée raconte
C’est un homme bien désemparé
Qui prend son temps d’être heureux
Toutfois on dit que tous les chemins mènent à Genève
Toutfois en dit que tous les chemins mènent à Genève
Copyright: Roddy McKinnon 2025
CROCODILE
I’m sleeping like a crocodile
With one watchful eye
I’m sleeping like a crocodile
With one open eye
I’ve been waiting for you to come
Like I’ve been drinking from both sides of the flow
Like I’m walking as a man condemned
Borrowed shoes and laces undone
You watch me sleep biding time
You watch me stand wasting time
You watch me walk keeping time
You watch me dream
I’m sleeping like a crocodile with one eye only shut
I’m sleeping like I’m sleeping like a crocodile
With one eye only shut
Copyright: Roddy McKinnon 2025
SOUTHERN BELLE
A southern belle to my north shore she did come
But too soon she did move on
My southern belle me she did leave
Together two winds don’t blow
The northen star down on me he did look
He’d seen all the loving hurt before
A southern belle and a northern soul
Together two winds don’t blow
From me my southern belle she did turn
To where warm winds touch the shore
My southern belle her olive skin
Together two winds don’t blow
Orion high in the southern sky
From his bow a single arrow flew
A southern belle and a northern soul
Together two winds don’t blow
My southern belle to me she did slowly
Open the heavy door of wood
My southern belle me she did greet
With a child at her feet
A southern belle to my norther shore she did come
But too soon she did move on
My southern belle me she did leave
Together two winds don’t blow
Copyright: Roddy McKinnon 2025
WALKING THE FIELDS OF FRANCE
Walking the fileds of France
Sunflowers colza corn
Two white storks you and me
Walking the fields of France
Snowgeese travel south
No-papers travel north
Border collies they’re on the run
Walking the fields of France
We’re walking the fields of France
Sunflowers colza corn
Walking the fields of France
Walking
We’re counting fowers ’til the apples fall
One seed one acorn
A newbuild to weather the storm
Walking the fields of France
The vineyard grows like you and me
Walking the fields of France
Walking the fields of France
Sunflowers colza corn
We’re walking the fields of France
Walking
Copyright: Roddy McKinnon 2025
APOLOGIES TO A MOUNTAIN
This city pours cold concrete serving me hard times
The pulling of city curtains on windows of free minds
There’s a black line on my horizon Gex stratus on my head
The bark of one neglected chases me from my lonely bed
I crossed the col of the reaper wandered long the forest of the dead
Where silence waits like youth misjudged a river skulks drunk deep in its bed
I misunderstood you and I should apologise
I’ll let you read the silent guilt hiding in my migrant eyes
The sweet kiss of the mountain the red fruit of the mountain ash
Blood drops on the snowfall for your pardon I’ve come to ask
The guilt is with the living the crime is with the past
The tree it keeps on pushing while rooted in the past
There’s gold hidden in the mountains pearls hidden in the valley of the Rhône
But the trees have turned from autumn the river’s bed gone cold
I sank roots cause I love
Let me paint gold leaf on your crown
I sank roots cause I love you let me paint gold leaf on your crown
And for your bangled wrists I’ll give you Rhône pearls, my precious one
And for your bangled wrists I’ll give you Rhône pearls, my precious one
Copyright: Roddy McKinnon 2025
CLOSE THE WINDOW
Close the window it’s cold outside
Too cold cold to snow
Close the window close the window
To the world cold as ice
Looking out on the black black lake
Geneva fog the Geneva fog
The water flows the water flows
The Rhône knows the way
Close the window it’s cold outside
It’s too cold cold to snow
Close the window close the window
To the word cold as ice
Salève like prison walls
Bankers might just take it all
Workers work for their crust
Close the window it’s cold outisde
It’s too cold cold to snow
Close the window close the window
To the world cold as ice
The smoking traffic counting time
The lakeside road serpentine
The snow poles stand in line
The fluo shows the way
Close the window it’s cold outside
It’s too cold cold to snow
Close the wondow close the window
To the world cold as ice
To the people cold as ice
Copyright: Roddy McKinnon 2025
RED DRAGONS
With Johnny Walker burning in your wings
You say you’ll river boat to Amsterdam far from Colorado Springs
Did they blush or burn your wings?
The red dragons on your skin
The red dragons on your skin
They spent ten days on a honeymoon
With the new wife of an absent groom
Did they blush or burn your wings?
The red dragons
The red dragons on your skin
I was home bound G V A bound
You sat blue fringe before touchdown
You’re the pleasing kind the foolish kind a different kind
Of blush and burn
The red dragons on your skin
They spent ten days on a honeymoon
With the new wife of an absent groom
Did they blush or burn your wings?
The red dragons
The red dragons on your skin
Red dragons
Did they blush or burn they’re wings?
The red dragons
The red dragons on your skin
Copyright: Roddy McKinnon 2025
Photo: George Leitenberger (2025)
WANTED
Wanted was what she wore
And I swear that she was wanted
Who could ask for more
In a white dress smoking a cigarette
Wanted was what she wore
Wanted was what she wore
She wasn’t coy about her dreams
Just the world with rings and bells
To match her shoes and smile
To fire up her soul
I can’t live with you she said
But I don’t want you with another
She was holding a cigarette
Copyright: Roddy McKinnon 2025
Photo: George Leitenberger (2025)
Graphism: Atelier Schnegg (2026)
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